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Lac De Panneciere
A chalice sunk deep into mother earth
All around feeding,giving birth
A gentle song through the sedge
To the eye a gift you pledge
And in your depths secret places
Whispers, ghosts, smiling faces
A house, a cafe, a retired church steeple
A watery shrine devoid of people
Your water tepid to the skin
Sun doth shine and life begin
Pike, the Perch, Trout and Roach
To the light in stealth approach
Birdsong calls and rolls your banks
Echoes through the pine in thanks
All is still and peace of will
This porous heart your senses fill
The sun descends and closes its eyes
The moon reflects in starlit skies
A gliding mist your surface slides
And there within your secret hides
Copyright ©
Daniel Cheeseman
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